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Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 13/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Town’s Square Action: N/a Bonus Action: N/a Reaction: N/a

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The suddenly overly happy tiefling looked at her half giant friend with big excitable eyes and joyous innocent, but confused expression and tilted her head.” What do you mean? What was so upsetting?” She innocently asked in confusion, seemingly unable to understand what Kathryn might well be referring to. After all, Cavendish had crumbled to dust as the finishing blow had struck him, they were all in victory celebration phase now. All should be good in this story worthy of a bard recounting it in taverns! Mayhaps the start of their own glorious epic that would take place over meriad of events and locales!

“Ohh right!” Kosara suddenly exclaimed in realization and bolted past Kathryn to the place where Cavendish’s meager remains laid, passing past V who had taken a shine to a rather nice knapsack it seemed. Ignoring the happenings around, Kosara was precision focused on a singular thing that had briefly came to mind as she recalled the constable. She used her sword to rummage around what was left of their adversary until the weapon moved the thing she was looking for which she quickly snatched off the remains and displayed to the others. It was Cavendish’s amulet.” It’s adorable! Also possibly evil, but still adorable! It's possibly evil or cursed, but it might summon that adorable little rat too! Maybe it's adorable evil rat, but point still stands, we should check it out later!” She proclaimed, showing it to the others. Kosara was NOT putting it on, even she wasn’t that stupid. Putting on suspicious pieces of jewelry that bore symbols related to were beasts and other magical schenanigans was a bad idea. For all everybody knew it was a medalion of a cult… or just e regular trinket… or magical trinket. Possibly CURSED magical trinket. So, no putting on the adorable medallion.

“Hmm, the fire? Ohh yes!” She nodded, realizing that the burning force of life and destruction would probably do bad things to the local town. Granted the wet trees weren’t burning all that well so it might just go out on it’s own before long, or it might just continue to burn until it leaves the park. Yes better get something to deal with it.” You are right, indeed.” The tiefling agreed and hopped and jumped over back to the square paved center by the fountain, looking at the people who had just survived the fight with them.” To everybody present and cage free, we need to start fighting the fire and be fire fighters!” Kosara proclaimed loudly, booming her voice with prestidigitation to make sure she was heard.” So, does anybody here have experience with fighting fires to help here with this?… How do we even put out burning pitch!? I can snuff out small flames with magic, but some of these are not small at all! Looking for help and ideas!” The loud tiefling requested, looking at the surrounding townies that had escaped the cages, completely and utterly ignoring a certain comment made and realized about the nature of the abominations they fought.

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 13/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Town’s Square Action: N/a Bonus Action: N/a Reaction: N/a

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Twas done! Evil Cloverwish guy was defeated by the combined efforts of the party present and apparently finished off by the grand and mighty Marita and her demonic finishing words. After all the stupidity, evil plans and possibly endangering the entire town, he was laying on the ground, cursed blood pooling underneath his slack form. Kosara was a bit far to hear the wet sounds coming out of him, but she saw him and his final moments… and then something off happened as darkness and evil voices descended… or ascended or side stepped or just appeared. Who the hell knew, but in any case, Kosara looked around in alarm at the spooky voice that was now monologing.

At least evil monologues were revealing that this was Cavendish’s patron… Which put Kosara on alert and made her very very twitchy in her looking around in alert and then the screams started and Kosara’s already strained mind from her experiecnes earlier just went into full panic and preservation state, the white tiefling pressing her hands to her ear in desperate attempts to silence the throes of absolute torment that were happening to their recent enemy, but it wasn’t enough… She couldn’t suppress the screams, no, they tore into her psyche like a hot knife through butter, borderline snapping the cords of her mind in the process as she fell onto her knees and curled up, still trying to silence it all.

As the screams finally ended, Kosara’s poor mind was still reeling from the experience. The entity… the presence spoke to her and in that one crucial point where she’d just break… her mind realigned as it had done a number of times before. Terror and psychological trauma pushed down, hidden beneath the layers of her cheerful childish self, everything ignored as a means of her own mind to protect itself from remembering her traumas or facing things she wish not recall. And like that as the voice faded and the town was freed of it’s unknown weight and presence, the entity was entirely erased from Kosara’s mind, hidden down in with the rest of the worst trauma triggers from tonight. She blinked a few times, stood up in confusion and looked around.

Conclusions reached from what info her mind was piecing together again, she brightened up and cheerfully jumped up and down, her long white braid swinging around as she did, singing a funny tune.” VICTORY!” She proclaimed loudly, golden sword pointed upwards. Night might not have been over, but the current battle was!

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 13/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Town’s Square (F16->G12) Action: Use Sacred Flame on Cavendish(6 Radiant Damage/ DC15 Dex) Bonus Action: N/a Reaction: N/a

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To Kosara it appeared that by choosing to guard the right side of the cage and facing the unseen dangers of rats in trees armed with crossbows that for the record really really hurt and were rather pointy, she was missing on the action some, given the nature of the shouts and things being heard from the other side of the cage where the rest of the group was apparently tussling down with Cavendish… actually that might have been a wrong word for it, but Kosara cared not. She heard Daisy proclaim the bars finally giving way and it was quite right they did! People were already getting out of the cage so that was good, time to get back into the action.” Great!” She exclaimed as she spun on a heel and making her away nimbly between the flames and Daisy, barely noting the heat on her left side as she did so. To her quite right surprise she heard Kathryn exclaim that to quote ‘He’s down’ and ‘to get him’.

Now, Kosara was many things, but somebody who could ignore the comically suitable situation, the irony and the hilarity of it all was not one of them. She through the people and the distance saw Kathryn standing by and over a Cavendish that was wrapped in a net on the ground, the others moving over to him to give him a suitable kicking him while he was down retaliation for all the evils, stupidity and baseless accusation he was slinging around… also probably for being evil wererat that was apparently turning people in town into more wererats… One thing at a time, Kosara’s mind could process only so many focuses at once.” Ha!” She exclaimed in borderline unholy( or maybe holy) glee at the sight. She really wanted to be over there and give him a good kick or two between the legs as grandpa taught her, but she was away and there were more dangers and she chose to stay at the square just in case the civilians needed help here. Cavendish was a bit hard to hit with a Celestial blast right now, but Kosara had her ways.

“Sacred Flame!” She shouted as the golden radiant energies focused on her before rocketing into the air and descending down onto Cavendish’s prone form like a beam of radiant light.

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Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

@Sigil Actually figured I'd also tag you here since I messed up the tag in the IC. So yeah I posted, but forgot to tag you in the post.

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 13/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Town’s Square (G15->F16) Action: Slash at Cage(19) for 5 dmg Bonus Action: N/a Reaction: N/a

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Kosara’s sudden appearance apparently spooked out Daisy since she scampered back a step or so. She wasn’t going to trample her or something, but the tiefling wouldn’t mind.” Hmmm?” She made a sound as her arm swung at the cage’s damage bars, her trusty scimitar biting into it and she swore she’d almost get it open, but it seemed she was just a sliver shy of it.” So what were you sayin again?” She blinked having completely blanked out the girl’s initial request to leave it to her. As the words worked their way through Kosara’s mind trying to catch up with the rest of the tiefling’s racing mental thoughts, she finally registered. Mostly because she was also busy thinking about using the cage to climb up on top of it to see if she can maybe get a better look from there and jump on top of one of the rats or something if they made the bad decision to get close.

“Ohh sure! Will do that well... will try to do that.” Kosara exclaimed and squeezed past Daisy to the side of the cage readying her scimitar.” Rats in the trees that a way somewhere. Fired a crossbow at me earlier!” She pointed north behind the cage towards the trees from where she got stabbed by a flying bolt. She hadn’t forgotten that. In the chaos and noise of everything going on, Kosara heard Cavendish’s scream about people firing at will. Which meant the rats hiding in the trees were the ones to be firing. Well that was bad, but there was also something else that she couldn’t stop herself from doing, mainly because it was Cavendish.

“CAVEDISH GUY! YOU SUCK ANDYOUR NAME’S DUMB! THE COFFIN GOBLIN WAS BETTER AND MORE INTERESTING THAN YOU!” Kosara’s shouted back at the sound of Cavendish’s shouts. Hey, fancy trash talk was not her forte.

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 13/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Town’s Square (D14->G13->G15) Action: Celestial Blast at ole Cavendish(15) Bonus Action: N/a Reaction: N/a

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Whatever Kosara’s state of mind was following her near brush with death and recovery, the adrenaline and the hectic attempt at getting back to speed of the fight, it was suddenly brought to a momentary grinding halt when from somewhere on her left...ish direction a bolt came sailing over and puncturing into her.” AH!” She grunted as the thing bypassed easily her non existent armor and only briefly reacting to the mage armor as a flickering light had indicated the bolt had punctured through the magical barrier. This naturally caused Kosara to conclude that NO, this was NOT a good direction to go if the rats had good angle at her from between the damn trees and she couldn’t see it. So she did the opposite and jumped out of the treeline, making a dash around the cage, blood flowing down her left side, mixing with the blood from her earlier wounds, but showing the bolt sticking out of her.” Rats in the trees!” She exclaimed as she passed by V.

Not halting her movement much despite being injured, Kosara did a spin on her heel just after passing the bard, catching brief sight of Cavendish on the distance where he was boasting about something or other again. He did like the sound of his voice. Reminded her of the more prideful and self centered bards she had seen back home at times.” Celestial Blast!” She fired without even registering she had done so, a sort of instinct almost, she had barely noted the blast going wide before she jumped to the right and right in front of Daisy.” Heya. Lemme help here!” She quipped, looked around and readied her sword to deliver her next blow after she catches a bit of a moment to breath. Her front was bloody and now she was bleeding again on the side, bolt sticking out of her, so her expression was just a bit strained. It would have been so easy if she could explode things like V.

All things considered… she wondered when it would be over. Fighting was tiring it seemed. Kosara now just wanted to help the townfolk and have this be over with. Get some rest… maybe a bath. Yes a good long BATH…. But not a shower. No she wanted to soak into warm if not hot water…. She blinked, scattering thoughts away as she realized that maybe… blood loss was a thing and it was making it even harder to focus than usual.

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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 21/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Town’s Square (G12->D13->D14) Action: Attack with magical Pact Scimitar (18 att – 4 magical slashing dmg) Bonus Action: N/a Reaction: N/a

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All things considered, tonight it turned to be a night of new experiences and excitement. Only issue seemed to be that all the experiences and excitement weren’t of the good sort really. Of course it was all very grand and adventurous and heroic in the grand scheme of things. Nights like this one and what was happening, was what grand stories of adventure, fables and legends were made out of, but it really wasn’t as nice as Kosara expected. Of course, she concluded that feeling of ‘wrongness’ was probably the after effects of NEARLY DYING, to 2 huge blasted holes in her chest that luckily had closed now, but the mortal injuries had left the energetic and bubbly tiefling a bit affected. Whatever had snapped inside her mind at the prospect of nearly dying, the maniacal glee and abyssal energies inherent to tieflings that caused her retaliatory conflagration at Cavendish, had left Kosara quite shocked, quiet and almost out of it as people acted around and the combat proceeded as normal, to her eyes everything briefly moving in a haze, almost as if her perception had become twisted, the noises were distant and partially obscured as if her ears were filled with water.

Deep breaths, one, two, three, repeat. She was breathing heavily as the world around continued, there were noises of things being hit, spells flying, orders being called out and the very hatable voice of a certain faux constable that caused the haze and the dullness around her to finally snap and break off.” AH!” She gasped loudly, all the hazy images and muted sounds returning to normal in an instant, mind kicking back into full speed action, She turned on her heel, trying to assess the situation and in typical Kosara fashion a snap decision was made, a plan was forged and she dashed fearlessly into activity. In trained dexterous and dance-esque movements she wove her way around V and Kathryin, actually finding herself into the treeline on the other side of the fire pits, closer to Constable douche than ideal, but big tree did big block… probably.

She turned around and with a spin, looked at the spot Kathryn had attacked and damaged on the cage, so she aimed for it too with nary a word( very unusual for her). The scimitar cut into the damaged wood, chopping off a bit of the thing, but her angle must have been wrong or bad because it didn’t quite chop through it entirely, leaving the cage bit holding on for dear existence by a sliver of it’s material. A very heroic and dedicated cage this was. In any case with her attack done, Kosara dove deeper around the cage and into the treeline, to hinder line of sight with the pesky constable and gain protection from the glorious tree trunks and the foliage.

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